Monday, May 31, 2010

Dear Dad,

picture from Marin. me + Kim's hat + the Shenandoah.
This weekend I hiked through the Blue Ridge Mountains to a lookout point over the Shenandoah River, and I thought of you. Not because you’re such a redneck, but because one time when we were all little and all staying in those two back bedrooms (I think it was me and Spencer in the one room and Sam and Steve in the other), you sat in the hall with the guitar and sang to us while we fell asleep. Other than “Jailbreak,” the only song I can remember you ever playing was that John Denver song. Anyway, I looked out over West Virginia and hummed “take me home, country roads, to the place I belong...” My eyes welled up with tears, my throat got all scratchy, and I was so glad that you’re my dad.

love,
britt

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